Ascendance of a Bookworm

Though it had been a few days since the sermon sword was created to give Angelica knowledge, this was quite an interesting substitute.

A demonic sword that has gained character and tone from the magic of the clergyman, but he still has no knowledge at all about anything in itself. From now on, they will remember by the Lord Angelica teaching and listening to the stories around them.

In other words, it will be preached to someone who knows nothing at present.

"Is it just the smell of sermons"

That's pretty good, and when I groaned in my heart, the Devil's Sword glistened and said in a harsh tone, "First, it's important that my Lord accumulate knowledge". Only words are completely clergy chiefs.

"In the meantime, Angelica has to study for the Devil's Sword to gain knowledge,"

"Unlike me, I won't forget Stynrook, so it's worth teaching"

"Steinluke?"

"It's the name of this demon sword."

Angelica slowly stroked the Devil's Sword, laughing at Nicole.

Darmuel, who looked down with an indescribable face at the Devil's Sword speaking in the tone of the Chief Cleric, slowly sighed.

"So what if we had a fourth-grade preview this time, too, to accumulate knowledge of Steinluke?

"Right. Some of the material I received from my brother is from a fourth grade student."

Dermuel muttered, as much as Angelica no longer needed to explain many times until she understood, it would be much less burdensome.

"Right. I think you should preview it so you don't get caught in another supplementary storm."

I thought Angelica nodded with a cockle and a mysterious face, sparkling blue eyes. And then, towards Dermuel, I gently give him the Devil's Sword.

"Good luck, Steinluke"

"My Lord! What do we do without the Lord studying first!? I can't pick up the voices around me if they're not flushing the magic. If you don't put together what you've studied and be able to teach me, you won't have the magic of the Lord."

It seemed impossible to keep the magic flowing all day, and Angelica opened her eyes wide as she was shocked, holding the Devil's Sword.

"I mean, can't you get away with studying?

"Naturally, fool!

... That's right, Chief Cleric.

I want Angelica to study more and more at that rate.

"Do you want to keep the contents as summarized as possible so Angelica can study with Stynrook"

"Dermuel, thank you"

As Darmuel and Brother Cornelius sideways watched as they began to plan their education to Angelica, I took hold of the material that was piling up.

Read anything you've never read, either in a reference book or in a material. That is my way of life.

In a new school year, I will read the material Brother Eckhardt provided me, remembering my happiness when I got a new textbook.

Perhaps he was begging the Chief Cleric to teach him. I frowned softly as I saw the material with the Cleric Chief's annotations here and there.

"Hey, Brigitte"

"What is it, Master Rosemaine?

"From the House of Lords material that Brother Eckhardt and Ferdinand have, could we sell it if we make a reference book?

The notebooks of the top performers were worth showing even during Reina. If there are no textbooks, as here, and classes in the form of individual summaries of teacher lectures, is this reference book of considerable value?

"I do think I can sell it. Just..."

Brigitte said so, glancing at Darmuel with the eyes of an amethyst containing a bitter smile. When I follow Brigitte's gaze, I see Darmuel in trouble.

"Darmuel, is there a problem?

"Selling wood plaques summarizing lecture content, or writing down lecture content on behalf of others, was a good penny for lower nobles who had less money to be free. Based on Ferdinand's and Eckhardt's materials, I think some students will be in financial difficulty when the reference books compiled by Rosemayne are sold."

"I see..."

You can't crush a valuable source of income for poor students. If we were to sell the reference books, we would have to make sure that the students could make money by another means.

"I thought it was a good idea to improve Aerenfest's academic achievement, but you should think about it a little bit more"

"I'm afraid so."

Talking about that, Ordnants flew under Brigitte from the chief cleric. A white bird jumped in with the bass and stood on Brigitte's wrist and began to speak in the voice of the chief cleric.

Apparently, the Plantan Chamber of Commerce has sent me a request to see him. It means I need to talk to you before summer.

Saturday is closed, so it would be a good idea to use it to return to the temple. I ask Brigitte to make an Ordnants for reply and speak.

"It's Rosemaine. After finishing the magic supply for the day after tomorrow's fruit day, you will return to the temple and return to the castle by the magic supply for the day of water. Tell Gil I want to meet with the Plantain Chamber of Commerce on the morning of Water Day"

"Got it. Come to my room when the 3 bells ring."

The reply from the clergyman confirmed that the rest of the week would disappear. It's going to be a bit of a tough weekend for us to spend a relaxing weekend reading books in the castle for a while.

At the dinner table I inform Uncle Bonifatius and Brother Wilfried of my weekend plans.

"We want to check on the workshop and orphanage, so after finishing the magic supply for the real day, we will be away until the magic supply for the water day"

"Uhm. Don't push it too hard"

Uncle Bonifatius nodded with few words.

Uncle Bonifatius has a similar appearance to your father and is quite large and muscular for his age. I feel scared because things are blurrier than your father, or because of his sharper eyesight.

But let Brother Cornelius say, it seems sweet to me.

Uncle Bonifatius rarely cares about other people's health. At least, the brothers, if they get sick, say, "Weak!" It seems that I can often add drinks.

In my case, Brother Cornelius said he was trying not to get too close because he had fallen in the castle several times and his frailty was known to be not a lie, on top of his father threatening to "put a drink in his father's loud voice, Rosemaine would die". He's afraid to approach a child who's unconscious with one snowball.

It makes sense to be a little far-fetched.

"Can Rosemaine travel to the Temple after finishing her magic supply? You're sturdy in a weird way."

Brother Wilfried frowned and groaned. Brother Wilfried, who is in the throes of merely moving the magic of the Demon Stone, seems incredible that I will travel to the Temple after finishing the magic supply.

"I can't believe you just ran around and you're dying, but you look fine in the magic supply"

"Because strength and magic are different."

Sometimes you're used to magic moving around your body, and you're using magic a little bit, so there's never too much magic built up in your body. It's pretty easy to live now compared to the civilian days when magic was swelling in your body.

And a day of fruit. As planned, when I finished my magic supply and then returned to the temple, it was late enough time for seven bells to ring.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

The side service greeted me with momentum. I feel so nostalgic for a long time.

"I'm back now. Guys, is it any different?

As soon as I got back to my room, I took the bath that was ready. After that, it's a pre-bedtime debriefing, sipping the tea they put in Fran.

Listen to the reports of Fran and Zahm, who first managed the temple chief's office. There was no particular change except that Fran, Zahm and Monica were not in the Temple Chief's office, but were going to the Clerical Chief's room to do their errands.

"There is no change in the room, but there is a slight change in the temple"

"Knowing that Master Kanfel and Master Fritak have recently been heavily used by the clergyman, several blue clerics have also become interested in the executive branch"

It seems that a blue cleric, who was originally in a neutral position, is rubbing against the chief cleric after seeing how Kanfel and Fritak are doing. Since they had been neutral for a long time, under the judgment of the Chief Cleric that there would be no such harm, education had also begun for them.

The blue clerics, who have never done anything particularly work-like work before, are shaped like early Kanfel and Fritak, and Kanfel and Fritak seem to reflect on the path they have come through and have raw warm eyes.

"The chief cleric is alive. Then, we drastically reduced the number of medications Rosemaine was worried about."

"Is it because I had someone to turn the job around a little bit? It feels like we've got room."

Looks like the chief clergyman is doing his job without relying on drugs, and the backward march is growing well. A blue cleric with a bloodthirsty education would be tough, but good, good.

"... what about Gill, Fritz, and the workshop?

After listening to Fran and Zahm's reports, listen to reports from Gill and Fritz. What's going on with printing in the workshop is my primary concern.

When Gil asked, staring at the picture book in his hand, Gil, who noticed my gaze, gave it to me with a laugh.

"Winter Family Picture Book Finished"

I slowly stroked the cover when I received the picture book Gil offered me. When I rub my cheeks, the smell of ink pokes my nose. It smells so good.

I have tried to arrange all the picture books that are placed in my room on the table. The books of the Supreme God and the Great God of the Five Pillars and the books about the families of each season lined up in a slippage.

Seeing as the biblical picture book for children is complete, I get stunned. I didn't know, and the sigh of admiration leaked.

"Ha, a book with it all is extraordinarily beautiful. Excellent. Let's thank my Gutenbergs and pray to God. Pray to Mestionora, goddess of wisdom, and to Cuntzier, goddess of art!

As she raised her hands and prayed, Gill nodded loudly, shining her purple eyes close to black as she was good at it.

"I'm glad Master Rosemayne is pleased."

"You did a great job, Gil. I am happy to have a worker's side to serve. Come on, what shall we print next? I need to get more and more books at this rate. Ugh."

Slap gently on my shoulder as Fran exhales.

"... Dear Rosemaine, I'm too excited. Hold it down a little. Thurm and Fritz are amazed."

Though my love for the book was only slightly sparse, I could see Thurm and Fritz pulling his face and pulling it slightly.

"Both of us, this is the normal reaction of Master Rosemayne, who preceded the book. Get used to it."

Before Fran said so, when I held the picture book on top of each other, I carefully arranged it on the shelf. From a short distance, just looking at a book lined up in my room leaks a satisfying breath.

...... haha, nice.

It's really good to have more books in your room, not just in the library. How can I describe this happiness with a little more books?

"I want to share this happiness with everyone in the world."

"... after the star knot ritual, don't you sell it to everyone and share happiness?

Gil said something good. I glance up at Gil with my eyes shining.

"Yes. We also hem happiness to everyone. But because of that, I'd like to add a few more books. Gil, will the knight's story collection be finished by the star knot ritual?

To my inquiry Gil, um, twisted his neck and shook his head unfortunately after he stood up his finger and counted something.

"I'm done with three short stories, but I don't think I have enough time to print them all"

"It will take a lot of time to put together metal typescripts and calibration, so it will be about whether two more short stories will be finished by the star knot ritual."

Fritz also took out a short story that he was able to do along the way, adding to Gill's opinion.

"Dear Rosemaine, how do you spell the knight's story? I would like to know if you will spell it all after finishing it or in one short story at a time."

As I peruse and read three short stories of the knight's tale given to Fritz, I ponder how I will sell them.

It would be fine to spell it out in one short story, because we would be able to get the cover in place for each one anyway. Besides, even if you can't buy everything, some people might be able to buy one short story.

"Please spell it out in one short story. I'll sell just as much as I can."

"Yes, sir."

"Dear Rosemayne, Gali Edition Printing is available because we have finished printing the picture books. Is there anything you can print there?

I printed more and more, and I took the "list of things I want to make" out of Gil's desk drawer.

"Books packed with letters are better printed with convex printing using metal typescripts, because the letters are neat and beautiful, so if you use Gali edition printing, printed materials with lots of illustrations or more use of diagrams are good. What could be better?

If you want to sell after a star knot ritual, it would be better to have a book that will satisfy adults unlike the winter you sold in the children's room.

Maybe I could embark on printing the scores and recipe books I was going to print when I could afford them.

"I think the scores and recipe collections are suitable for Gali edition printing, but tomorrow, I'll talk to the chief cleric before you decide."

"Yes, sir."

Not so much time for me to be in the temple. If I want to do all my appointments, I'm going to be pretty busy.

When the 3 bells ring, I'll help you in the Cleric Chief's room, so let's ask if I can make a score or a collection of recipes then.

When I wrote my plans down on the calligraphy board and told Fran as well, I went up to bed in the first place.

Saturday is a lovely day to be caged all day in the library room on a rest day if you were in the castle, but when you are in the temple, it is a completely unchanged routine. At the same time as the 3 bells rang, I headed to the priest's room.

"Excuse me, Chief Cleric."

"Oh, are you here? Now let's introduce a new blue cleric to work in the Cleric Chief's room."

When the Chief Cleric raises his gaze from the paperwork and says so, the blue clerics, who have not seen much, stop working hands and kneel. They seem to be the new and educating blue clerics. Wooden plaques were piled up, just like mine, and they seemed to be fighting the calculator.

"Introduce from left"

After an introduction to one of the streets of the Blue Cleric, he was asked some questions about his life in the castle and finally got to the point.

I try to get myself on the clergyman's desk and start consulting on the books I want to make.

"So now that I've finished a picture book about God, I'm going to print scores and recipe books in Gali edition printing. Are you sure you want to print and sell the score that the Cleric Chief was playing at the concert?

It was my nose song that originated it, but it was the chief cleric and Rosina who arranged it so that it could be played with fesh peel and woke it to the score. When I asked for permission, the chief clergyman glanced lightly over his shoulder.

"Those aren't my songs, so why don't you just do what you want, unless you put a strange picture on them?

"Huh? But I'm going to put the name of the clergyman in the composer's column. I still can't write a score, and it's the chief cleric who made it possible to play with fesh peel, right?

"What I did was braid. I don't compose, so I can't give the composer a name"

That's what the chief cleric said and refused to be a composer.

I am also resistant to putting my name in the composer here. Because I didn't compose it just because I knew it from Reino's memories.

"Even if I put my name on the composer, I can't even play it myself."

"Except if I can compose and play. Do the notation correctly."

"... Yes"

What stands out is that I was going to throw a round at the chief cleric, but he stopped me. I have no choice. Let's put the names of the clergyman and Rosina prominently in the editor's column and keep the "original Rosemaine" and my name small, not the composer.

"Finally, I'd also like to make a selection of Rosemaine recipes, do you have any caveats?

"It's good to make a recipe collection, but sell it the next winter. Better sell it in a place where all the nobles gather. Even the star knot ritual serves new dishes to attract interest, or rather to circulate information about the sale of recipe books, so that the amount is kept as a rumor. Unlike other books, recipes are expensive."

As for the recipe collection, I haven't even decided exactly how to set the price yet. You might want to talk to Benno about whether you want to think about matching the money your adoptive father paid with the recipe collection, or whether you want to premiere and build up the amount with a limited sale.

"Now prepare for printing scores and recipe collections. I'm going to have Rosina write the score, okay?

"Oh. She'll have no problem."

Rosina is beautiful in writing, and deep in music. The clergyman nodded lightly as he watched the scores that Rosina would write when we were braiding together.

"If your story is over, get to work. We've got a lot of calculation work to do."

"Yes."

For a long time I hold a large number of wooden plaques, and I write gashigashi on the tablet to do the calculations. A new blue cleric gazed and murmured "too soon". Apparently, the newcomers have not been able to calculate at a speed satisfactory to the Chief Cleric.

"Don't blur them. But it's too late, so calculate without resting your hands."

The blue clerics begin to move the calculator, breathlessly, at the reprimand of the clergyman who flew without raising his gaze from the paperwork. It seemed like a little bit of a time-consuming gesture to be available.

When the 4 bell rings, it's lunch time.

When I had finished my calculations and returned to my chamber, I approached Rosina early enough, who was playing fesh peel.

"Rosina, the clergyman's permission has been granted. Please create a score"

"Which score?

I stopped my hand playing fesh peel and Rosina blinked her eyes several times with her patsy, tilting her neck loosely. It's as elegant and as lovely as ever.

"It's the song the clergyman was playing at the Feshpeel concert, it's all. Sell it out as a score, so write it carefully. Song names and editors should be as beautiful as decorative characters."

"Yes, I did. I will be careful not to embarrass you as Rosemayne's dedicated musician."

Rosina, who basically likes anything to do with music, took pleasure in contracting me to create a score.

The orchestrator is the chief cleric, and when he instructs me to put my name small as the original proposal, Rosina puts her hand on her cheek to slightly contemplate and let her gaze wander away.

"Dear Rosemaine, apart from the score orchestrated by the Chief Cleric, may I also create a score orchestrated by me?

To Rosina's question I let my face shine, and struck my hand.

"Of course it is. More books are welcome. If you can create a score, pass it to Fritz or Gill. I'll tell them to print it."

"Dear Rosemaine, I know it's fun, but finish your lunch before we talk about printing"

Fran's squeaky voice sounded as she was delighted and floating with more printed material. It's kind of reminiscent of Reino's mother. He used to make such a grumpy voice to me, immersed in reading books and forgetting to eat.

"I'm coming now"

When I sat down with my shoulders clasped, Nicolas brought me the dish. "I have Hugo and Ella today, so I'm working on it more than usual. I'm looking forward to eating, too," he laughs happily.

"Nicolas, next time we're going to make a collection of Rosemaine's specials."

"Wow, is that a recipe collection? I'm looking forward to seeing something delicious spread to everyone."

To Nicola, who is glad to punch her hand, I ask Hugo and Ella for a bridge-bridge. The truth is, it would be easy if I could talk to the cook directly, but in the position of adoptive daughter of the lord, it is not even easy to get into the kitchen.

"I'd also like you to talk to Hugo and Ella and move on, but first, write down the recipes you know. Then, may I ask you to divide the dishes that are easy to make and relatively familiar with, with the complicated process of downsizing and not knowing from a recipe? Once you decide which recipe to put on..."

"Dear Rosemaine, As I mentioned earlier, please talk about printing after lunch."

Fran's smile began to tingle as she held the water spill for pouring into the cup. This sucks.

"I'm sorry. I'll have it"

I immediately apologized and took Cutlery in my hand. "We're going to prepare the next dish," Nicola said, as well as disperse to the kitchen.

I remember hah when I was putting a seasonal salad in my toy mouth.

"Monica, I'm sorry, go to the workshop and borrow a needle and thread to spell the book."

"Dear Rosemaine, what is the story of printing…"

"Yes, I'm not talking about printing. We're talking about the bookmaking. No, we're talking about the afternoon plans and their preparation."

I rush to speak to Fran. Fran held his temples down just like the chief cleric. If you were the chief cleric, you'd be saying "at all."

A very similar obedience, as always. While I was at the castle, I may have become more akin to the chief cleric than before because I had always helped him in his duties.

I watched Monica leave the room and now it is time for me to eat in silence.

After lunch, it's bookmaking. Spell a collection of my mother's bedtime stories that I've been writing all winter.

By the way, the cover is an illustration of the family I drew. I'm deforming, so I know it would be a bad take on this one, but I don't have a picture, so I can't help it.

Once you've completed one handmade picture book for the world, tomorrow, give it to Lutz and have it delivered to his family.